Starbucks and the Internet Slut

Jill and I finally met up at Starbucks yesterday for coffee. I got hear about BlogHer (SO goin next year) and how The Bloggess really was drunk during a keynote like I had been reading all over the net.

It was kinda cool meeting someone that you converse with in the blogosphere (other than we when bumped into each other at Retro once). It's like you know them but you really....don't. Like a blind date but no one set you up. You ask the same questions you would on this sort of date. Where are you from? How long have you lived here? Do you have brothers or sisters? Do you prefer Spongebob or Patrick? Could Wonder Woman really take Catwoman in a fight?

Anyway, she's a cool chick and we had fun hootin and hollerin about ourselves. We each took pictures of each other for our coolio iPhones. I warned her mine would be a disaster and as usual it was (me picture ugly, me scare you longggg time)..

Glossy Jill

When I asked her if she still builds websites for people, she said not so much anymore. She explained that she started to feel like an internet slut since she felt like she's giving her work away for almost nothing. I hoot and say "That's what I'm gonna title this post, hahahaha!" She says "Sure, do it!"